Was I asleep? Had I slept?
Concussions are still kind of a mysterious thing.
I'm not comfortable around cameras.
You call that a kiss?
I constantly looked for motherly protection.
I didn't know if I was heterosexual or homosexual.
Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.
I stress character, character, character.
I refuse to lie to children.
I'm sick of 'Wild Things.'
I want to be the victim of his errors.
Platitudes? Yes, there are platitudes. Platitudes are there because they are true.
The only deadline is the one I give myself.
The nearest figure to myself would be Shakespeare.
Don't follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you.
To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be.
I never was the story. The story was the story. Period.
You want to put a man at ease.
Every invalid is a prisoner.
Conviction is the conscience of the mind.
I'm a fairly undisciplined writer.
